My crush Jenni

During my first college year, I had a big crush on Jenni.

And I had been trying to get closer to her for months, but so far, no luck. Well, we did flirt a lot. And she would sometimes hold my hand and whisper, "It felt nice," holding my hand. I firmly believed she was still a virgin, so I kept flirting with her, hoping that one day she would be my girlfriend.

Until she invited me to go with her to the nudist beach.

I was really hesitant, because she would see my penis before we even kissed. And I was not the biggest guy in town, if you know what I mean.

She saw my hesitation, but her sweet words convinced me. And I thought that if I simply lay on my stomach, she wouldn’t see anything.

Until she invited my roommate Jason too.

Jenni assured me her only interest was in me, but it didn’t feel right not to invite him. He had no car and would miss an opportunity to hit the beach. And the small nudist beach was the nearest beach; the other “regular” beaches were at least another 100 miles further away. It was just economics, she replied, as I asked her why she went to a nudist beach. She was right, as always. We all didn’t have much money, and it would save a lot of money on gas. And the time not traveling we could spend it in the sun.

That was my Jenni. Always having the right priorities!

Jason and I had divided our little 2-bed dorm in a different way from most students. Instead of each one having everything crammed in his room, we made one room the study room, having in there all the necessary equipment such as computers, printers, laminating appliances, desks, and so on, and the other room our bedroom. We had single beds, each one, on one side to the wall, and in the remaining spaces against the walls were our wardrobes. The study room had a “silence” rule, and you could even close the connecting door. In the bedroom we agreed, you could do whatever you wanted, up to a certain noise level. Between the beds was about three feet of free space, but we only slept there, so the set-up was the perfect solution!

The three of us decided to use Jason's car. It had a big back seat, and as Jason would drive, Jenni and I could sit there, our beach stuff and backpacks stuffed on the passenger seat and on the floor. Still, the trip would take about two and half hours, the nudist beach roughly 120 miles from campus. We left really early, and once we were all settled, we talked about all kinds of things.

Jason wanted to make sure he was fully awake while and had the radio a bit loud, but since he was driving, it was common for us to accept his decision. It also made it impossible to chat further with Jason, but he shouted he didn’t mind, that it was OK! Whenever Jenni wanted to say something to me, she leaned in, whispering in my ear. Her lovely scent was very intoxicating, and soon I was flirting with her. I whispered this was a good spot to play doctor games, and she giggled in a flirty way. She smiled, placing her small hand on my thigh, and gave me a quick kiss on my cheek. I kissed her back on her cheek, and she rubbed my thigh again.

We were clearly bonding, and I never felt so good in my life. We were very close to becoming a couple!

I considered Jenni a “clean girl." No scandals, no boozing, no extreme partying, nothing. Of course, at a party, she would drink a white wine or two, but that was it. I don’t think she had any sex so far.

Her hand travelled higher on my thigh, getting closer to my penis. I felt it twitch, slowly growing harder, and as Jenni leaned in to kiss me for the very first time, Jason announced loudly that we had arrived, freezing Jenni's lips inches before mine, the seduction spell broken. We both sighed from desperation.

Now would come my more troubled part of the journey, hiding my penis for my crush Jenni while undressing. The idea I had was that I would simply get everything in place first—towel, drinks, breakfast—but my backpack was behind me, and then, turning around, with my back turned towards them, I quickly undressed and turned again, holding my backpack in front of my crotch. After that, let myself more or less fall onto my towel and not move again the entire day.

It worked flawlessly, both Jenni and Jason busy with their own stuff. Jenni got naked minutes after me, and as she sat down on her towel, she started to apply suntan on her legs, which gave me the chance to glance at her naked body.

Jenni had a slender, toned body with well-cared-for, soft skin. Beautiful, medium-sized, round breasts with pinkish nipples, perhaps 34C in size, and a narrow waist. Her legs sot-looking and smooth. She has long, wavy brown hair that fell just past her shoulders. What I loved the most were her blue eyes and her full lips, today with reddish lipstick. An absolute babe. And here she was, naked with me.

"Fuck," Jason shouted.

We both looked at him, his t-shirt already taken off but still wearing his shorts as he explained that he had forgotten the radio in the car. Before we could say anything, he mumbled something about going to fetch it, and the next thing we see is his strong, trained back, Jason walking away.

We both understood his annoyance; the car was parked almost a mile away.

“Can you put some sunscreen on my back?” Jenni asked out of the nowhere, holding the bottle of sun lotion in front of me.

“Sure.” I said, slightly hesitating, thinking about my exposure, but it would be alright, since she was sitting with her back towards me. I grabbed the bottle, got on my knees behind her, and started rubbing it all over her beautiful, soft skin. Touching her naked body made me instantly hard. But I was lost, not paying attention. Her soft skin aroused me, and I was enjoying every single minute touching her like that.

As I leaned a little more to do her shoulders, my penis head touched her lower back. And again.

“Oh.” Jenni let out a surprised sigh and turned around, her eyes locking onto my erect dick.

“You are hard!” She exclaimed, a little surprised.

“Sorry about that, I couldn’t help it. You are so pretty!” I blurted out.

Jenni smiled. It was the first time I called her pretty.

“Can I touch it?” she asked, her eyes still on my erect penis.

“Eh, ah yes, sure.” I stuttered, the woman of my dreams about to touch my manhood.

Jenni placed her thumb and index on my hard penis and rubbed it a little but then abruptly stopped, having this frowning look on her face but not telling me what she was thinking.

Her mouth opened, forming a round "O," about to say something, as Jason's voice interrupted us from far away, shouting, ”I have it! ”, proudly holding the radio high up in the air.

My penis went soft in the very instant I heard his voice. Jenni just turned around and waved at him.

Minutes later he was standing in front of us, real close to Jenni, proudly showing his trophy, a big smile on his face.

“Good job!” Jenni praised him and rubbed his leg to emphasize her praise.

“Get naked!” She encouraged him, looking up at him, so we could all enjoy the beach.

"Yeah, sure," he replied and kicked off his shoes. Following swiftly were his shorts, releasing the largest cock I have ever seen in my entire life.

“Oh!” Jenni could only mutter, having that thick, long piece of meat hanging right in front of her face.

His cock was easily three times thicker than mine. And I didn’t even want to guess its length. It was a true monster. And it was still soft. I didn’t want to visualize its monster size once harder.

Jenni did.

Jenni was mesmerized.

“You cock is beautiful," she blurted out, admiring his meat.

“Well, thank you, Jenni," Jason replied, smiling.

She turned her head and looked at my penis again.

“Oh.” She said in a disappointed way.

Thank Heaven, Jason interrupted the sexually charged atmosphere by discarding the whole conversation and simply lying down on his towel, thus hiding his cock out of sight. He was more occupied in trying to find his sunglasses in his backpack than giving the size of his cock any importance.

Jenni stayed silent for at least 15 or 20 minutes. You could see she was processing the whole thing. Thinking. Reorganizing thoughts. Staring at the horizon. Absentminded drinking from her water. Perhaps even daydreaming.

I was happy the thing was over and lowered myself on my towel again, hiding my penis too.

…

Everybody minded their own business, and for the next two hours not much was said. Jason fell asleep, and Jenni took the chance to talk to me.

“Is it always like that?” She whispered, making sure Jason couldn’t hear us. I could see the worried look on her face as she asked me.

“It’s a bit cold.” I blurted out, my face quickly reddening. We both knew she had seen it erect; still, perhaps out of politeness, she accepted my lame excuse. Or perhaps she didn’t even have to ask me at all, and she was only organizing her thoughts.

The rest of the beach day passed uneventfully, everybody focusing on getting the best tan. Jenni rolled onto her back, and I saw her perky breasts remain upright, her young tissue preventing them from hanging. Her nipples were soft, resting on the slightly browner areolas. I admired her flat stomach and the beautiful, almost flat curve towards her pussy.

I stopped glancing out of respect and closed my eyes, quickly falling asleep.

…

"Let's compare!” I heard Jenni excitedly say from far away. She sounded thrilled, and as I opened my eyes, I saw her sit real close to my roommate. His soft horse cock was still dangling.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

"Let's compare your cocks!”

“What for?” I blurted out.

“I am curious!” Jenni replied.

“Hard or soft, Jenni?” Jason teased her.

Jennie thought about it for a second and then shouted, "HARD!" giving Jason a flirty smile.

Jason laughed, but I was not amused. The moment she would have our cocks next to each other, she would wonder about mine. I had to stall her somehow, but I couldn’t find any excuse but being cold.

“But I am soft?” Jason flirted with my crush.

“I will get you hard!” Jenni shouted, laughing. “But you go last." And Jenni turned toward me.

My penis was already hard, and the size of it made Jenni frown again.

"Let's get you bigger.” She enthusiastically said, suddenly grabbing my stiff.

And I came right away.

She only touched me once, but my goo spewed all over her hand.

“Oh!” Jenni sighed, surprised, giving me a disappointed look.

“Already?”

My face went red, and before she could even let it go, my penis was soft again.

“Oh.” She said softly again.

…

Some silent minutes passed, and I decided to lie on my towel again, hiding my mishap.

But Jenni has always been an optimistic girl and mumbled something like, "That's OK.” Turning towards Jason.

“Are you that fast as well?” She asked Jason with a flirty tone.

“Go and find out.” He casually said, grinning.

Jenni was about to touch him as he stopped her dead in her tracks.

“No hands!” he said loudly.

“What?” Jenni asked.

“You cannot use your hands, Jenni.”

Jenni smiled, giving him a seductive look. I knew her well, and she liked a challenge. I saw her think about it for a moment, then kneeled closer to him, hovering her mouth over his soft cock. Would my crush really suck him? Had she ever sucked someone at all?

The moment she breathed out on his cock, it twitched. It wasn’t planned; she was simply deciding what to do. And how to do it. I could see her hesitate. Maybe she was trying to remember an erotic movie, or maybe she had seen once her roommate blow a guy; I didn’t know.

The mere hovering over Jason's cock made it grow; everybody could see it. It quickly went half erect.

Jenni let out a little surprised “oh!” as he saw what effect she had on his large cock, not even having touched it. I could read her mind now. I was sure she was thinking about this and wondering what would happen if she would actually kiss it.

But she didn’t. She watched in fascination the spell her hovering lips had on his cock. It kept growing. If she only wanted to tease him, she had to be careful, her mouth awfully close to his growing phallus. The slightest move would make her young lips touch it. But Jenni kept her distance and marvelled at what her virgin mouth was doing to this magnificent cock.

Just to arouse my roommate even more, she placed both her hands high on his naked thighs, as if she needed support for the upcoming blowjob. Her hands looked tiny compared to his cock, which now reached its maximum size, even casting a long shadow over one of her hands.

“Oh.” She sighed again, looking at that fully erect breeding tool. I could see her admiration, the way she studied it. Something devoted. As if it showed her what her place would be. A slut to his size. A whore, the large cock would fuck over and over again, making her scream endless times, writhe on it as she was being impaled deep, making her cum time after time. Making her his slave.

But she didn’t touch it. Not even with her lips.

Suddenly, a beach ball rolled by, and the spell was broken.

Jenni moved her hungry mouth away from Jason's cock, sitting upright again. I could see her process the whole thing. And perhaps a look of disappointment on her sweet young face, not having touched that large phallus. Unconsciously, she wet her lips with her pink tongue, as if she were not done with her meal.

“We have a winner!” Jason proclaimed loudly.

Jenni smiled at him, locking eyes, and softly replied, “We sure do.”

…

The rest of our beach day passed uneventful, Jenni sunbathing on her stomach, her pretty young eyes closed. At 5 PM Jason suggested we should go back; the weather was changing and he was tired. We all agreed, got dressed and packed everything, heading to his car. We packed all the stuff again on the passenger’s seat again, and as I had placed my stuff, Jason gave me the car key.

"I'd rather not drive, feeling this tired… You drive.”

I took his keys, and we started the journey back to the campus.

…

The rain started without warning—a sudden, violent drumming against the windshield that forced me to grip the steering wheel tighter. One moment the sky had been overcast but manageable; the next it was as if the heavens had torn open. I flicked the wipers to their highest setting, but they could barely keep up with the deluge. Lightning cracked across the sky, followed by a thunderclap that made all three of us jump.

"Shit," I muttered, leaning forward, my eyes locked on the road. The visibility had dropped to almost nothing, the wet highway reflecting the headlights in blinding streaks. I needed complete concentration, both hands white-knuckled on the wheel, navigating through what had become a dangerous storm.

Behind me, I heard Jenni giggle—a sound that cut through the rhythmic thumping of the rain.

"Stop it!" she laughed, her voice high and playful. "Jason, quit it!"

I risked a quick glance in the rearview mirror. Jason had shifted closer to her on the big back seat, his fingers working at her sides, tickling her ribs. Jenni was squirming, her body twisting away from him, but there was nowhere to go. She was pressed against the door, laughing breathlessly, her hands trying to swat his away.

"Come on, you love it," Jason teased, his deep voice carrying even over the storm.

"I do not!" she protested, but her giggling betrayed her. She arched her back, trying to escape his wandering fingers, her sundress riding up her thighs from all the squirming.

I forced my eyes back to the road, my heart hammering in my chest. A truck passed us, spraying even more water across the windshield, and I gripped the wheel harder, my knuckles aching. I needed to focus—the road was treacherous, the rain was coming down in sheets, and the wind was buffeting Jason's car. But I couldn't help stealing another look in the mirror.

"Remember the doctor game?" Jason asked, his voice dropping to that playful, conspiratorial tone he'd used on the beach.

Jenni stopped squirming. She looked at him, her eyes wide, a mischievous smile playing at her lips. "You wouldn't dare."

"Patient Jenni," Jason announced in a terrible, dramatic German accent, "I am Dr. Schmidt. You have come to me with... how you say... the tickle fever. I must examine you."

Jenni burst out laughing, covering her mouth with her hand. "Oh my god, Jason."

"Lay back, please," he commanded, still in character, gently pushing her shoulder until she was reclining against the door. "The doctor must check your vitals."

I watched in the rearview mirror, unable to look away despite the storm raging outside. Jason placed two fingers against Jenni's neck, pretending to check her pulse. "Hmm," he said seriously. "Your heart rate is elevated. This is concerning."

"It's because you're tickling me!" Jenni laughed, but she didn't push his hand away.

"Nein," Jason said, shaking his head. "This is medical science. Now I must check your breathing." He placed his palm flat against her stomach, just below her ribs. "Breathe in deeply, please."

Jenni took an exaggerated deep breath, her chest rising. Jason's hand moved up with her inhale, his fingers spreading wide. "Good, good. Again, please."

She breathed in again, and this time Jason's hand moved higher, his palm brushing the underside of her breasts through her thin dress. Jenni let out a little gasp—not quite a protest, more of a surprised intake of breath.

"Is something wrong, patient?" Jason asked, all innocent concern.

"No," Jenni whispered, her cheeks flushing pink. "Continue... doctor."

"Very good. Now I must check for... sensitivity." Jason's fingers moved to her sides, dancing lightly against her ribs. Jenni shrieked with laughter, squirming again.

"Stop! That's not a real medical test!" she gasped between giggles.

"It is a very important test," Jason insisted, his fingers moving to her stomach, tickling in gentle circles. "I am checking your... reflexes."

Jenni was laughing uncontrollably now, her legs kicking, her hands grabbing at his wrists but not really trying to stop him. "Jason! I'm going to pee!"

"Then the test is working," he declared, moving his hands to her knees. "Now I must check your leg reflexes. Very important."

He ran his fingers up the inside of her thighs, stopping just short of her dress. Jenni's laughter caught in her throat. She bit her lower lip, looking up at him with those big blue eyes, her chest heaving from all the laughing and squirming.

"Your skin is very soft and patient," Jason said, his doctor accent slipping slightly. "Very... healthy."

"Thank you, doctor," Jenni breathed, playing along. She shifted slightly, and her dress rode up another inch. "Is there anything else you need to examine?"

Jason looked at her, his expression shifting from playful to something more intense. "I should check your heart more thoroughly," he said quietly, dropping the accent. He placed his hand directly over her chest, his palm covering her breast.

Jenni went very still. She didn't laugh. She didn't push him away. She just looked at him, her lips parted, her breathing shallow.

"Still elevated," Jason murmured, his thumb moving in a slow circle over her nipple, which was clearly hardening through the fabric. "Very elevated, actually."

"Maybe..." Jenni whispered, "maybe you need a better instrument. To hear it properly."

Jason reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. He opened an app—some kind of voice recorder or microphone—and held it to her chest. "Better?"

"Much better," she said softly.

He moved the phone slowly across her chest, from one side to the other, his knuckles grazing her breasts as he did so. Jenni's eyes fluttered closed, her head falling back against the window. "What do you hear?" she asked.

"Something beautiful," Jason said. He set the phone aside and placed his ear directly against her chest, his head resting on her breasts. "I can hear it clearly now. Thump-thump. Thump-thump."

Jenni's hand came up, hesitated for a moment, then settled in Jason's hair. She stroked his head gently, her fingers running through his wet hair. "Is it... healthy?"

"Very healthy," Jason mumbled against her chest. "But I should check the other side. For comparison."

He lifted his head and moved to her other breast, pressing his ear there. His hand came up to rest on her waist, holding her steady. They stayed like that for a long moment—Jason listening to her heart, Jenni stroking his hair, and both of them breathing in sync.

Lightning flashed, illuminating the back seat, and I saw them clearly in the mirror. They looked like a couple. Comfortable. Intimate. Playing their silly game that had somehow become real.

"I think," Jenni said softly, "that I might need a second opinion."

"Oh?" Jason lifted his head.

"Yes. I think..." she hesitated, biting her lip. "I think you should check my temperature. To see if I have a fever."

Jason's eyes lit up. "Of course. The doctor must check for fever." He reached up and placed the back of his hand against her forehead. "Hmm. You do feel warm."

"Maybe you should use a more... accurate method," Jenni suggested, her voice barely audible over the rain.

Jason smiled—that slow, confident smile that made my stomach twist. He leaned in close, his face inches from hers. "Like what?"

"Like..." Jenni closed the distance, pressing her forehead against his. "This?"

"Still inconclusive," Jason whispered. "Maybe I should check... here." He moved his face down, pressing his cheek against her neck. "Or here." He moved lower, his cheek brushing against the top of her chest, just above her neckline.

Jenni let out a shaky breath. Her hand tightened in his hair. "Jason..."

"Yes, patient?"

"I think..." she swallowed. "I think the examination is going very well."

"Not complete yet," he murmured. He lifted his head and looked at her. "I haven't checked your... reflexes. The knee-jerk test."

Jenni giggled, the tension breaking slightly. "That's not how you do that test."

"Dr. Schmidt has his own methods," Jason insisted. He placed his hand on her knee and tapped it gently with his fingers. "See? Your leg moved. Very good reflexes."

"Jason, that's not—" She dissolved into laughter as he started tapping both knees, then moved to tickling her thighs again. "Stop! You're the worst doctor!"

"I am the best doctor," he corrected, grinning. "You are laughing. Laughter is the best medicine. Therefore, I am healing you."

He tickled her sides again, and Jenni shrieked, curling into him, her face buried in his shoulder to muffle her laughter. Jason wrapped his arms around her, holding her close, his hands still moving against her ribs but slower now, more caressing than tickling.

"I give up," Jenni gasped, her face still pressed against his neck. "You win, Dr. Schmidt."

"Good patient," Jason said softly, his hand coming up to stroke her hair. He held her like that, cradled against him, his chin resting on top of her head.

Jason's hands now moved higher. He was no longer tickling her ribs—now his big palms were sliding along her sides, his thumbs brushing the outer curves of her breasts through her thin cotton top. Jenni had stopped laughing. Her breathing had changed, becoming slower and heavier. She wasn't pushing him away anymore. The atmosphere had changed into an erotic setting, Jenni becoming silently aroused.

"Jason..." she whispered, but it wasn't a protest. Her head had fallen back against the seat, her eyes half-closed, her lips slightly parted.

I watched, transfixed, as his hands moved with more confidence, cupping her breasts fully now, massaging them through the fabric. Jenni's back arched into his touch, a soft moan escaping her throat that I could barely hear over the storm but saw on her lips in the mirror. Her nipples were hard, pressing visibly against her top, two distinct points that Jason's thumbs found and circled, making her gasp.

My mouth went dry. I was supposed to be watching the road, but I couldn't look away from the rearview mirror. The thunder crashed again, closer this time, lightning illuminating the back seat in stark white light. In that flash, I saw Jenni's face clearly—flushed, eyes closed, mouth open in silent pleasure as Jason worked her breasts.

"Please..." she whispered, and I didn't know if she was asking him to stop or continue.

The backseat was cramped, the vinyl seat sticking to her thighs as Jason shifted closer, his knee pressing against the center console. He didn't ask. His fingers found the thin straps of her dress, sliding them off her shoulders, working them down her arms in the tight space—his elbow knocking against my headrest, her wrist brushing the door panel as she helped him, folding herself smaller.

"Up," he murmured, his voice rough.

Jenni braced her heels against the floor mat and lifted her hips, arching off the seat, her head nearly hitting the roof lining. Jason reached beneath her, fingers finding the hem of her dress where it was trapped against the seat, and pulled it upward from below, gathering the fabric as she simultaneously pushed the straps down. The material bunched and rolled, sliding up her thighs, then her hips, the dress inverting as he dragged it from underneath while she worked it down from above.

They met in the middle—the dress now wrapped around her waist, trapped between her lower back and the vinyl seat. She settled back with a breathless sigh, the confined space making every movement deliberate, her breasts bouncing free as the fabric compressed below them, her pink nipples rigid in the cool air, the dress a crumpled restraint keeping her hips pinned to the seat.

Jason wasted no time. He lowered his head, his mouth finding her right nipple, sucking it hard. Jenni cried out, her hand flying to the back of his head, pulling him closer, her fingers tangling in his hair. Her left breast he cupped in his palm, kneading it, his thumb flicking over the sensitive peak.

"Oh god," she moaned, loud enough that I heard it clearly despite the storm. "Jason... oh god..."

I was driving on autopilot now, my eyes darting between the treacherous road and the erotic scene unfolding behind me. The rain pounded harder, the wipers squeaking against the glass, but all I could see was Jason's head moving from one breast to the other, sucking, licking, while Jenni writhed beneath him, her back arched, offering herself completely to him.

Then Jason's hand moved lower. I watched, sick with arousal and jealousy, as his big hand slid down, over her hiked-up dress, sliding over her flat stomach towards her panties. Jenni spread her legs immediately, willingly, giving him access. Her dress was still hiked up to her waist, and in the mirror, I could see her stained panties, already darkened with moisture at the center.

Jason's fingers hooked under the elastic of her panties and pulled. Jenni eagerly lifted her hips, helping him, and he dragged her panties down her legs, tossing them onto the floor of the car. She was completely exposed now, naked from the waist down, her legs spread wide, her glistening pussy visible in the dim light.

He plunged two fingers inside her without warning. Jenni cried—a sound of pure, shocked pleasure—her head snapping back, her mouth wide open. Jason began to finger her in earnest, his thick fingers moving in and out with wet, obscene sounds that somehow cut through the rain noise. His other hand kept working her breasts, pinching her nipples, while his mouth travelled up her neck, sucking at her throat.

I was gripping the steering wheel so hard my hands hurt. I should have said something, should have stopped them, but I was paralyzed, watching in the mirror as my roommate finger-fucked my crush in the back seat of his own car while I drove us through a thunderstorm. Jenni's face was a mask of ecstasy—eyes squeezed shut, mouth open in a constant moan, her hands gripping Jason's shoulders, her nails digging into his skin.

Jason added a third finger, stretching her, and Jenni's moans turned into soft cries. He was sucking on her nipples again, alternating between them, his hand moving furiously between her legs. The car filled with the smell of sex and rain, the sound of Jenni's wetness audible every time lightning flashed and I could see them clearly.

"Yes," she gasped. "Yes, I'm... I'm..."

She was close. I could see it—the way her thighs trembled, the way her stomach muscles clenched, the way her head thrashed from side to side. Jason was merciless, his fingers curling inside her, finding that spot that made her scream, his thumb pressing against her clit in tight circles.

I tore my eyes away just in time to see the exit sign for campus. "We're home!" I shouted, my voice cracking, too loud, desperate to interrupt them before something even more irreversible happened.

Jason looked up, his fingers still buried inside Jenni, his mouth wet from her breasts. He met my eyes in the rearview mirror and smirked—a slow, satisfied smile that made my stomach turn. Slowly, deliberately, he withdrew his fingers from Jenni, bringing them to his mouth and sucking them clean while she trembled beside him, her chest heaving, her eyes still glazed.

The rain was still coming down in torrents as I pulled into the campus parking lot. I found a spot near our dorm and killed the engine, the sudden silence deafening after the roar of the storm and Jenni's cries.

"We should run for it," Jason said casually, as if he hadn't just made my crush come undone in the back seat.

Jenni was already fumbling with her dress, her hands shaking as she pulled it back on, covering her breasts. Her panties remained on the floor—she didn't bother with them, just smoothed her dress down. Her face was flushed, her hair wild, her lips swollen. She wouldn't meet my eyes.

"Ready?" Jason asked, opening his door. The rain immediately soaked him.

We all sprinted across the parking lot, the cold rain plastering our clothes to our bodies within seconds. By the time we reached our dorm room, we were all drenched—shivering, water streaming from our hair, our shoes squelching on the tile floor.

Jason closed the door behind us and locked it. He turned to Jenni, who was dripping onto the carpet, her thin sundress completely see-through now, her nipples still hard and visible through the wet fabric.

To be continued.